I Went to Church

I went to Woodstock Community Church yesterday. The picture to the left was taken before I left Georgia last year. This morning there were no congregants in the sanctuary. The worship team consisted of an angel voiced mother of three who sang and played the guitar, my cousin who played the bongo drum and hosted the podcast., his son who filmed and one of our lead pastors. Other than them, there was no one in the building. And they were spread across the stage from one another. They were careful not to touch. I used to run the lights and video for the church. I am used to being in there long before anyone but the band and pastors are. That the sanctuary was empty did not feel all that odd to me. At the same time, being back there through the screen of my computer was very surrealistic. More so because of the reason that everyone is attending church from home. It feels like real life has become some ill written apocalyptic reality show. Suddenly, we are all on Big Brother and there is no where to go if you get kicked off the show. But yesterday morning, in a familiar place, with my people, it was very comforting.